Evolving Silver Dragon

Chapter 425: 443 Monster Attack_1

Chapter 425: 443 Monster Attack_1

Kerry, a small town on the border of the former Farrand region and now Felton.

As time went by, Farrand had become a thing of the past, and its territory was divided between the kingdoms of Felton and Nord.

Not long ago, Kerry was still in the midst of war.

Now, this small town has not completely emerged from the shadow of war.

The city walls are broken, the farmlands are wasted, and people who look like refugees with ragged clothes and faltering steps are walking along the overgrown, abandoned roads.

Some of them were once inhabitants of Kerry, while others had fled from other places.

These former Farrand people have long since become second-class citizens of Felton.

The Felton noble lord who currently controls and manages Kerry does not care about their lives, and even their original houses and farmlands have been forcibly requisitioned.

To survive, there are not a few who sold themselves into slavery or became outlaws.

Originally, there were few people in or near Kerry, but recently, for some unknown reason, a large number of refugees emerged from the direction of Farrand.

Earl Meadow Doran, who originally came from Felton and now controls Kerry, had no intention of helping the refugees, but the noisy and chaotic crowd still brought him lots of trouble.

Anyway, the hungry refugees who came to Kerry need to eat.

Grassroots, tree bark, or strange-looking mushrooms growing next to trees – almost everything edible or inedible has been scraped clean.

And when most of the free and edible items were consumed, the eyes of the refugees turned to other things.

Before becoming refugees, they were just honest, law-abiding, and kind farmers, but after reaching the extreme of hunger, many things they dared not even think about naturally became one of their choices.

As expected, chaos broke out!

Carrying wooden sticks and grass pitchforks, emaciated farmers seized Kerry, but this small town, which had just experienced war not long ago, could not provide much supplies.

So, amidst a sea of flames, the refugees, who were almost all bloodshot-eyed, set their sights on the central castle of Kerry.

Presumably, the great nobleman from Felton, the so-called Earl Meadow, must have hidden plenty of food!

Doran, standing on the balcony of the castle’s study, was frightened by the refugees surrounding the castle. Their hungry and terrifying gazes were likely to appear in his dreams on countless nights to come.

Doran knew clearly that with his limited forces, it would be no problem to bully the ignorant people of Kerry on ordinary days.

However, if faced with such a tide of refugees, they would probably be torn to pieces in an instant.

The old steward standing next to him was also obviously terrified by this situation, trembling all over and looking at Doran, unsure of what to do.

As for Doran, after watching the refugees below slamming the castle gates with grass pitchforks and shouting wildly, he had already made up his mind.

Then he pulled the old steward aside and whispered something into his ear.

Though a bit surprised, the old steward nodded to Doran, indicating that he would handle it well.

Before long, the old steward stood on the castle wall, protected by several fully armed knights.

Seeing a seemingly important figure appear, the refugees outside the castle stopped making trouble for a moment, and instead looked up at the old steward.

As for the old steward, he first summoned up courage to look down at the ragged refugees below, and then conveyed Doran’s goodwill to them.

In short, the great and benevolent Earl Meadow is willing to open the granary for them to have a full meal.

As for what happens afterward, they can send a representative to have a good talk with the great Earl Meadow.

Although hesitant at first, the refugees outside the castle settled down quite a bit after being told they could have a full meal.

Moreover, they were not worried that Doran would just offer one meal and be done with it. Even if their stomachs were full, they would not leave here easily.

By that time, the well-fed refugees would have more strength to break down the door.

Slowly, several baskets were lowered from the city wall, filled with low-quality black bread.

It was clear that when baking these black bread, many impurities such as grass or sand were mixed in.

But the starving refugees didn’t care about that. At the same time that they were fighting for food, a representative who had been previously elected got into the basket and entered the castle.

He was an elderly man with no distinguishing features from most refugees, had no family and came here alone with the tide of refugees.

Just in case Earl Meadow would do something to him, he didn’t care. He had no fear of death at his age and without any family or children.

Before long, the old man became the guest of honor of Earl Meadow Doran.

In his own reception hall, Doran entertained the old man with a large table full of delicious food and obtained the information he needed from the old man’s mouth.

The most important thing of all, of course, was where these refugees came from and why they came.

Old man was deeply moved by Doran’s hospitality, and without any concealment, he told Doran everything he knew while enjoying the feast.

Upon learning the truth, Doran turned pale and slumped into his chair.

Just think of what he had heard: a monster army of tens of thousands, even over a hundred thousand, was heading his way from the direction of Nord for some unknown reason.

If the old man who was feasting right now wasn’t deceiving Doran, he estimated that by tomorrow morning, he would be able to see the hideous monsters outside the gates of Kerry.

Though Doran was somewhat reluctant to believe it, he felt that the old man had no reason to deceive him, and the large number of refugees flooding from Nord’s side indirectly confirmed this.

Since this news is most likely true, Doran now needs to act quickly to plan his response.

With almost no hesitation, Doran immediately chose to pack up his valuables and leave this troubled place as soon as possible.

As for staying behind?

Don’t joke about that, apart from the militia, there were only less than a hundred knights and guards who were loyal to Doran.

With only that many, it would be very difficult to even resist the refugees, let alone a monster army of tens of thousands.

During the initial battle with Nord, there were indeed many stationed troops in this small town.

But now, those stationed troops had either joined the expeditionary force to the Dragon Bone Wasteland or returned to their original territories.

So, without any hesitation, Doran immediately summoned his loyal old steward.